Page 166 of Iris
He’s going to knot. I can feel it in the air, that change of pressure that brings that need out in me.
Killian’s going deeper, longer, rougher, and she’s moaning the low kind of moan of our girl in heat. She’s not, but that’s the fucking beauty of a mate bond. She can be induced to that moment of mindless, needful rutting, and there it is.
He slams once more and howls. She does, too, her pleasure so palpable, I could feed off it for weeks. But I need to be in there. I need my share, and he strokes hard, the knot slightly visible as he grinds down into her.
They stay, knotted, for moments, minutes, but he finally pulls out. Unable to be satiated, his cock is still hard. H grabs her hair, lifting it as he says one word. “Open.”
She does, and he pushes in.
That word ripples through me, and I come around behind her, grabbing her hips, stroking into her to get my cock wet, and I can’t help but marvel at how fucking tight she still is. Thetiny shockwaves of her orgasm’s aftermath ripple over me. And I almost, almost sink back in.
I don’t. I move up, painting over her ass, and as Killian starts to stroke into her hungry mouth, I sink into the tight, wild canal of her ass. She’s so fucking hot.
You are fucking mine. Ours. Make no mistake, cupcake.
The the words are echoing in her head, so I start fucking her hard. There’s no slow build up. No time for that.
I’m caught in the magic of her. I’ve had hard-core erotic encounters where the sex was off the charts. And we had loving, long days in bed with Tamara, long before Emmie, long before Tamara showed her true colors. But there’s no experience that can touch what we have with Iris.
WhatIhave with her.
She’s a conundrum, and I don’t think I can get enough. No matter what I do—we do—I can’t get enough. I’ll watch them and get off. Fuck, I’ll have her smile at me and turn instantly hard.
It’s her. I’m in fucking love with Iris.
Somehow, that revelation that doesn’t shock me at all. It’s been an inevitable slide to it from the moment I first danced with her.
I start to go harder, as deep as I can, and Iris pushes back, offering me her everything. I can feel her start to come, the clenching of her muscles that consume her from every direction. She takes me deeper, and I swell, slamming into her, faster, rougher, and it hooks out a wild response in her. She slams back into me now, with every thrust from me. And I rut her hard. My mind is gone as I knot. Every part of me is alive with that zing of desire and ecstasy.
When I come, it’s explosive. My vision darkens, and for a moment, I think I’ve died and floated off to cloud nine. My entire body is numb with pleasure. It’s euphoric.
But when I tumble back and sensation claims me again, I continue to rock her on my knot, unable to let her go. Her whimpering sounds are pure music, especially since her mouth is still full of Killian, who’s been matching us stroke for stroke.
His eyes are close as he comes again, holding her head to him, and we use her as she uses us.
We’re one creature. A true mating. Together.
As we all come down and retract to our own selves, I’m shaking, because in the aftermath, we were tangled into one. A thing stronger than the sum of its parts.
It’s something that Killian won’t admit as he finally pulls out and tucks himself away. I pull her up into my arms to hold and soothe her until she stops shivering.
He may not want to admit his feelings for her, but know they’re there. My heart is all hers; it has been for a long time.
I just hope it’s enough to transcend the outside world and its pressures. But I don’t think so.
Killian leaves as Iris lies in my arms, under one of the towels we’ve used for blankets that I’ve pulled around her. I slowly undo the ties of her dress, and I pull it up to cover her again.
“I have to see the Monarch,” she whispers, voice a little slurred. “But Pen says I need rare rum to bribe her. My brother is making me see her about a mating proposal but…I can use it. I can use it for the Nightshades…for us.”
Hush, sleep…
And she does, drifting off just as Killian comes back down, holding a bottle of whiskey. He passes it to me, and I take a swallow.
“What the fuck are we going to do?” he says quietly as he rakes nervous fingers through his hair. “We’ll ruin her and her family if we keep her.”
“So what do we do?”
